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Weekly Contest #103
One more box of photos and I could walk away from my mother, her home, and never look back. The sorting would go quickly, I wanted none of my mothers, but I longed for one of my father. Thousands of pictures and still not one to be found. One picture after another was simply tossed into the garbage beside me. A picture of two toddlers grabbed my attention I knew one was me but had no idea who the other child was. I flipped the picture over, “THE TWINS” was written in my mother’s untidy scrawl. My mother and her games, I tossed the pictu...
Weekly Contest #55
I do not want to go, but I have no choice. Well that is not necessarily true, I have a choice I could die. Glancing towards the window, I could run but how far would I get? The doorbell rang, the chime hanging in the air like a hummingbird. Sweat sprang out and lined my forehead. The doorbell rang again, my stomach lurched. How the sound of a tinkling bell could be so powerful was beyond me. My brain froze and my feet seemed to be glued to the wooden floor of my bedroom. Move, I ordered my legs, sluggishly they obeyed. Father had placed...
Weekly Contest #53
July, Texas, and a popsicle were a bad combination. The sticky mess ran down my arm, leaving behind muddy tracks. The endless fence line that still needed to be repaired stretched out for miles, the property had been neglected for far too long. Monica, our fearless leader, had swung by to check on the progress and dropped off the wonderful treat on a 101-degree day. Bob, Monica’s husband, and my dad, moved towards the line with fence snips in hand, time to get back to work. The property was a dream of my father’s for years, but Pa...
Weekly Contest #52
The weather outside was miserable, the last thing in the world Barbara wanted was to have to go to the store. The idiot delivery service had forgotten her milk and would be unable to get it to her today because of the in coming storm. Idiots, of all things to forget, hitting a patch of ice she slid around the corner barely missing a telephone pole. Easing into the grocery store parking lot, she was relieved it was empty, that meant no imbeciles to deal with. Soft snow started falling from the c...
Weekly Contest #47
Another toilet scrubbed, another bed made, you are beyond thankful that this is your final room. After punching the clock, you walk on aching feet down the street, passing barred windows and blowing trash along the way. The corner bus stop, finally, you slump onto the battered wooden bench and wait for the bus to arrive. Each day you wake thinking today would be the day I will get use to this, each day you are wrong. It has been three months now, three months of flat broke. Three months of bologna and mustard on day old bread. Three months...
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